SPLOOGE!
Chad gagged, it was like he was being forced to chug a bottle of Vodka or Ever Clear. Damn, he had no idea that another guy's cum inside him could make him feel so wonderful. He relaxed his grip on Thad, and rapidly absorbed every last drop.
"Chad likes it!" laughed Thad with a sneer. He had felt sorry for Chad, but they he likes cum - the bastard deserves to eat it, Thad thought.
"Of course, he does. It's like pure heroin to him," Rick added wickedly.
Thad had a twinge of regret. It didn't last long.
Chad was a mean drunk. "Come on, Thad. Can't you get it up more than once? I fucking starving! Feed me!" screamed Chad, as he tightened around Thad's softening junk.
"Well, if you insist," Thad replied and jacked of again into his new living Speedo.
After 3 loads, Chad apparently passed out.
"So now what?" Thad asked.
"You don't need to rinse him off, since he's self-cleaning. Just hang in your locker until next practice. You'll find that your suit will be your best friend," Bruno said smugly.
Chad was in his happy place. Thad shook his head. To think he had admired Chad, still he was one heck of a Speedo.
After showering again, Thad asked Rick, "So is Chad a Speedo permanently?"
"The moment you blew your wad into him. He'd've changed back into his obnoxious self in a few hours, if you hadn't cum."
"Oh," said Thad thoughtfully. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea, "Wicked cool," he said as he strutted back to his locker to dress. He decided to go commando and leave his sweaty underwear hanging on the hook to keep Chad company.